((seriously, who wrote this??))
Oh, Baby, I was teasing! *laughs weakly, a bit pained at the sight of his concern* Come on. *puts her hands on his face* It was a joke. You should know by now you’re the only one for me. *plants a quick kiss on him to further reassure him* I’m sorry….
*Oh, what the hell, she thinks, surrendering to the passion; I tried. But each touch of his fingers and mouth kindles more desire and she knows it was only a half-hearted attempt anyway. But first she has to get him out of his clothes as he so deftly removed hers* Yes, shopping, *she grunts, trying to undo all his buttons while he kisses her* I need you in t-shirts, and it will save so much time…
*As he presses her spine against the spines of the books, she lets a soft moan escape…it feels like every part of her is pulsing with desire, beating in time with her still-racing heart. His lips trail to her neck, scuffing her skin with his stubble on the way; her response to pull him even more tightly to her—except for their clothes, there is absolutely no space between their bodies*
I love the sound of all of that, *she whispers, already breathing heavily.* Especially…what you said about…library sex…
“Close your eyes…”
sexiest motherfucking kissing scene ever.
I still think the N&S one wins…by a hair…mostly because he uses his HANDS (and I have a thing for that….)
But this one…first time I saw this, I watched OVER AND OVER. Kind of like I am now….
It just…does things to me.
That sound you hear? Those are my ovaries…exploding.
La vie en rose | Dean Martin
Holy crap. Of course I adore the Louis Armstrong version, but I’d never heard this til now, and I just sort of…melted.